Forever Manor


Place where Hope dies.
Love relies no more on beauty and guile.
All the while you wonder.
I'm gone, not me; I'm gone.
Always why should I cry?
Everything is the same, or am I?
Crippled, old, always bold,
No one sees me fade away.
How did I find this grave?
I wasn't looking.

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